Date: Sat, 7 Mar 2009 11:26:09 EST
From: Mnhowler@aol.com
Subject: Coach Adams Humiliation -- Chapter 5

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Coach Adams Humiliation -- Chapter 5

By R. A. Swain

Alan Adams smiled when he walked into the gym and saw Coach Dick Patterson
standing at the far end of the room wearing only his sneakers, socks and a
whistle, talking with several of his basketball players, all fully
dressed. Practice was winding down, but it gave Alan comfort to know he
wasn't the only one the students managed to get naked for hours at a
time. He approached Dick. "That's a good look on you."

Dick laughed. "Thanks. As long as my team's on a winning streak I'm gonna
be naked a lot this year."

"Hey Coach Adams," Pete Cranston said, bouncing a basketball as he
approached the two coaches.

"Pete," Alan nodded.

"You up for a game of O-U-T?" Pete asked.

"Maybe," Alan said. "After I talk to Coach Patterson about some
administrative stuff."

Dick smirked. "We can talk later. Why don't the two of you play, my rules?"

Alan looked around the gym. "What are your rules?"

"Miss a shot, take something off. Play for Shirt, shorts, and jock or
whatever you're wearing underneath. Loser is the first guy naked. He stands
center court and jerks off for the winner and the rest of us," Dick
explained.

"Come on, Coach," Pete said. "I can take you."

"I'll bet you can," Alan said, smiling at the innuendo. "But you're on, and
I'm gonna take you."

"Care for a side bet?" Dick whispered to Alan.

"Name it." Alan replied.

"I'm betting on Pete to take you. If you lose you blow me in the office
after practice. If you win, by some fluke, I'll blow you," Dick said.

Alan held out his hand and casually squeezed Dick's semi-fluffed
cock. "You're on." He turned to Pete, "Let's do this," he said.

Pete set up the first shot and Alan missed. "Cool Coach. Lose the shirt."

Alan felt a slight sweat break out as he pulled his t-shirt over his
head. He wondered if he was going to be standing center court stroking his
cock in front of the entire basketball team. The thought caused his cock to
stir. He took the ball and set up the next shot. Pete easily made it, and
took the ball. He shot again and tossed the ball to Alan.

Alan looked at the ball and then at the net. He stepped up and took the
shot, missing again. He looked at Pete and the few players who were
standing around watching their game. Pete smiled and took the ball. "Lose
`em, Coach." He said, gesturing to Alan's shorts.

Alan opened his shorts and dropped them to his ankles, revealing his
speedo. The game wasn't going his way. Pete made another lay-up shot and
this time Alan matched it. Alan took the ball and made another shot. "Match
that one," he said, passing the ball to Pete.

Pete dribbled about and then took the shot, missing the
basket. "Oops. Okay, my shirt goes." He pulled the t-shirt over his
head. "My shot." He took another shot. "Nothing but net."

Alan smiled and took the ball. "Watch this kid." He dribbled and shot, and
matched Pete. "Now let me try this." He shot again and sank it. "Match me."

"I'd love to," Pete said. He took the ball and shot, watching it bounce off
the rim. "Damn. I guess my shorts go now. We're almost even," he said,
revealing his jockstrap and bare ass. "One more shot and one of us will be
naked."

"Yeah," Alan said, mesmerized by the smooth ass of the twenty-one year
old. He wondered if Pete shaved his ass or was naturally smooth. He took
the ball and set up another shot. Pete retrieved the ball and ran in a
little circle around Alan before attempting Alan's last shot.

Pete watched the ball hit the backboard and completely miss the basket. He
looked around at his team mates, and then at Coach Patterson who was
smiling wickedly, and then to Coach Adams standing there in his speedo. "I
guess I lost," he said.

"Yeah, you did," Alan said. "Lose the jock."

Pete looked at his team mates who were snickering. "Fuck," he said. He
looped his thumbs under the elastic waist of the jock and slipped it down
over his ass, revealing his shaved cock.

"Looks like you need to touch up the shave," Alan said, noting some
stubble.

Pete ran his hand around the base of his cock and over his balls. "Yeah, I
could use a going over with a razor." He walked to Alan. "Don't put your
shorts back on until after I pay up," he whispered. He stood center court,
as agreed upon and looked at Coach Adams as he groped his cock and began
tugging on it. "Hope you guys enjoy the show," he said to the group, as he
stroked his growing cock.

Alan felt his cock growing in his speedo as he watched Pete stroking his
curved cock. "Nice show, isn't it?" Dick Patterson whispered as he stepped
up behind Alan.

Alan smiled at the feeling of Dick's cock pressing against his speedo
covered ass. "Yeah, and you'll be on your knees in a few minutes in the
office," Alan replied.

Both men stood along with the entire basketball team watching Pete Cranston
stroke his cock, each team member and both coaches realizing they could end
up in the same position as Pete with their bets. Some of the guys were
rubbing the front of their shorts, and Dick Patterson was rubbing his cock
against Alan's ass.

"Save it, big guy," Alan whispered back to Dick. "I want you primed and
ready for me in the office."

Pete watched the eyes of his team mates, and their hands as they rubbed the
fronts of their shorts, and then locked eyes with Coach Adams. He really
thought he was going to take the coach in the game and get him standing
their jerking off. He concentrated on the feel of his hand running down the
length of his shaft as he showed off to all his friends, and to the
coach. He took in the sight of Coach Adams bearded chest with his brown fur
and mildly hairy legs. He liked the feeling of excitement he felt building
in his balls as he put on his stroke show for the team and the coaches. The
feeling of being on display in front of a group of friends, all dressed,
made his cum boil in his balls. He was close to cumming, and the moans that
slipped from his lips told his team mates they were about to see him
explode.

"Do it, Pete," Danny West said. "Cum, man. Cum."

"Yeah, stroke it," Dylan Clark, another team mate, said. "Shoot that big
load."

Pete's breath came in short gulps of air as his fist picked up speed and
then he bucked his hips and shot his load, strand after strand of cum
spurting out before him on the floor of the gym. He breathed heavily,
gasping and finally calming down. He realized he was staring directly at
Coach Adams when he came, eyes locked with the coach. He shook his
head. "Ah, well, that was good for me," he said.

"Yeah," several of his team mates agreed. They were obviously hard in their
shorts and couldn't wait to get to the locker room showers where they would
relieve themselves.

"Nice show," Dick Patterson said, not trying to hide his own naked and
raging hard-on. "Practice is over. Pete, clean up the floor, please."

Pete took his jockstrap and wiped up the floor before heading off to the
locker room. Alan watched Pete's ass as he walked to the locker room, then
watched Dick's ass as he headed toward the locker room. He felt his cock
twitching in his speedo at the sight of Dick Patterson wearing only
sneakers and socks. It was the sexist thing he could think of seeing and
the sight was causing his cock to peek over the waist of his speedo. He
followed Dick to the coach's office and closed the door.

"Get on your knees, stud," He ordered Dick.

Dick didn't say anything, he just walked up to Alan, stood in front of him
, pressing his cock against Alan's pouch, then sank to his knees, reached
out and pulled the speedo down to Alan's ankles. Alan stepped out of his
bathing suit and placed his hand on the back of Dick's head, gently pushing
him forward until he felt Dick's lips on the tip of his cock.

Dick parted his lips, moistened them, and then swirled his tongue around
the head of Alan's cock causing Alan to moan. He encircled the tip of
Alan's cock with his lips and pressed them tightly around the circumference
of the mushroom crown and slowly slid them down the length of the curved
shaft until his nose was buried in Alan's neatly trimmed brown bush. Alan
felt the tip of his cock in the back of Dick's throat.

Dick bobbed his head up to the tip again and back down, before releasing
the cock from his lips and working his way down the shaft to Alan's
slightly fuzzy balls. He looked up at Alan. "Looks like the swim coach
needs a shave."

"Win it from me sometime," Alan said. He wagged his cock in Dick's face and
slapped it on Dick's tongue a couple of times. Dick smiled, opened his
mouth and took the tip of the cock between his lips once again. "Stroke
yourself while you blow me," Alan ordered.

Dick did as he was told, stroking his thick shaft while he sucked on his
fellow coach's cock. He reached up and gently kneaded Alan's balls,
allowing his index finger to slip back behind Alan's balls and gently
explore Alan's tight hole.

Alan gasped when he felt Dick's finger rubbing against his ass. Not only
was the finger exploring his hole, but it was also rubbing against the spot
just below the hole, between the balls and the hole, the `taint' as it was
always referred to, and the most sensitive spot on Alan's body.

 Dick released his own cock and with his other hand he was reaching up and
pinching Alan's nipples. He pushed Alan back against the door and ran both
his hands over Alan's chest, pinching his nipples and tugging at the hair
on his chest. Alan whimpered and sighed as Dick bobbed his mouth the entire
length of Alan's cock. He felt himself shudder.

"I'm gonna shoot," he said, his voice horse with sex.

Dick pulled off of Alan's cock and began jerking the younger coach off, his
hand fisting Alan's shaft and squeezing just enough to cause Alan to
shudder again and groan as his cum shot out the tip and onto Dick's chest
and chin. Alan felt his cum churning in his balls and then felt it go up
his shaft until it was at the tip and he couldn't hold back any longer. He
watched the white hot liquid splatter against the older man's chest and
chin and then run down his chest and flat stomach. The sight of his own cum
running down the other man's body made his shoot even more cum as Dick
stroked him. Finally he had to stop and take several deep breaths.

"Oh man, that was the best."

Dick smiled and wiped his chin with his hand, then ran his hand through
Alan's cum coating his chest. "Yeah, that was pretty intense. I really
didn't think I'd be the one on my knees. I figured you'd lose the game and
I'd enjoy your services."

Alan pulled his shorts on, leaving his speedo off. "I can hold my own with
you and the teams."

"Yeah? I like seeing you hold your own," Dick said. "On and off the court."

Alan laughed and reached down, groping his cock through his shorts. "I've
got some work to get done."

"I haven't cum yet," Dick said. He stood up and stroked his cock. "I know I
didn't win it, but..." He let his sentence trail off.

Alan looked at the long, hard, thick cock. "I dare you to turn around, open
the door and jerk off in front of whoever's still out in the locker room,"
he said.

Dick looked at the younger coach. "Wow. You're learning fast. You serious?"

Alan nodded. "Do it, like you made me jerk off at my place last week in
front of the open window."

Dick smiled and turned to open the door. "I will get you again, soon," he
said.

Alan nodded his head. "I know you will."

Dick opened the door and saw several of the guys from the basketball team
still lingering in the locker room in towels. They noticed him standing in
the doorway naked and hard and stroking and stopped to watch. Danny West
and Dylan Clark were both leaning against the lockers, wearing briefs and
socks. They groped their cocks through their briefs as they watched the
coach stroke his massive meat.

"Nice show Coach," Danny said.

Dick nodded, closed his eyes, threw his head back and pounded his cock in
front of his team members. Several strokes and he was shooting his load
several feet into the locker room.

"Damn," Dylan said. "You must've shot at least seven feet."

"I was inspired," Dick said as he caught his breath.

Dylan and Danny both smiled and turned to finish dressing, both guys
finding it hard to fit into their jeans at the moment.

End Chapter 5